Zosia: Quick Transmigration System

Zosia couldn't help but think about how fast time moves. Now, she would be ending her mission in two days' time.

Lowering her head to glance at the paper filled with her handwriting, she smiled.

A tear drop slid down from her eyes.

"I am crying." She muttered in disbelief as she touched her cheeks.

She didn't expect to have gotten attached to anyone during this mission, but she had defiled her expectations.

Putting her signature at the end of the paper, she folded it and sealed it inside an envelope. She did the same thing to the other papers.

Placing each paper to its respective box, she sighed. "How time flies."

"I wonder how far they have gone today. Just been cooked up in my room."

Standing up from the chair, she headed for the door. Looking at the person standing in front of her door, she was a little surprised.

"Ariana, what are you doing here? How did it go?"

Calling the name of the mother of the body she currently inhabited reminded her of the conversation she had with her a week later.

According to Ariana, she felt uncomfortable by calling her mum. Slowly, their relationship also got distanced and their talks were now based or centered around business, and dealing with Kael. Pathetic, isn't it?

Ariana lowered her gaze, her eyes staring into the ever so familiar eyes that no longer held warmth and concern. Every day she looks at the count down, waiting for when her real daughter would come, but she no longer feels happy with the distance between them.

She longs for the relationship they once had. When their cold, fragile relationship had shifted from distant uncaring mother and daughter to a real mother-daughter relationship. Now that relationship had gone frigid and cold.

Hearing her name that gave them a sense of distance, she didn't know what to say.

"Call me mum." Nervous, her voice trembled as she voiced out her request.

Zosia chuckled. Feeling that the situation was ridiculous, she decided to leave. She wasn't planning to cater to someone's whims.

Ariana watched as Zosia passed her by. Her fist clenched to the sides, "Please." She didn't understand why she was so desperate, but she was more unwilling. She wanted that relationship back.

Before, if she had a bad day, she could sit beside her daughter, even if she wasn't hers and pour out her heart. She had someone to listen to her, what she never had in years.

She could cry and not feel ashamed. Yes, she was selfish. But could she mend those broken seams.

Zosia found the situation ridiculous. She no longer cared about those things and it had at least helped quench some feelings she shouldn't have or should never have had in the first place.

She wasn't planning to bring it back and definitely not because a grown lady was looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Mrs. Ariana Quinn. I can't bring back what I... No, what you have discarded. Please forget about it and don't have any hope." She turned around, her gaze scanning Ariana.

"Your daughter will do better than me in calling you that."

Ariana's eyelids trembled. Indeed, she shouldn't have tried in the first place. She first humiliated but she couldn't lose her composure the second time.

"Cough!... You are right?" She said with a smile, the despondent look on her face, vanishing like it was never there.

Zosia smiled and nodded in response. "How was your meeting with Kael?"

"He agreed. And we went there and gave it to her. According to the diagnosis, she should be waking up tomorrow or the next."

"That's good." Zosia smiled, "Then your daughter should be safe, at least it wouldn't be Kael sending her."

"Yes. Thank you for the training and everything."

"You are welcome. If you would, excuse me then." She turned around and continued to her destination, leaving Ariana behind.

Ariana has wanted to say something else, but seeing Zosia's back getting further from her, reminded her of how their relationship currently is.

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Zosia walked towards the basement, her gaze not directed at where she was going. She was watching the scene at the hospital. She had been unable to check on it before, but now she had the time.

She made sure to watch each micro expression and the surroundings. Seeing that nothing was off, she closed the panel.

Arriving at the basement, she opened the door that welcomed her to a vastly different world.

"You are here?"

"Did you bring any snacks for me?" Lysel asked, his shirtless body dripping with sweat.

Zosia's gaze moved from his body that was ripples with muscles to Kent who did not seem to have gained an ounce of muscle despite having better results than Lysel.

"What a strange physique." She murmured inwardly.

"I didn't bring any snacks, but you guys can rest. The next two days, we will take it easy. The mid-term test is upcoming so we need to read very well."

"Yeah" Kent answered, his slim fit and well-toned body moved away from the equipment.

"Gosh! I haven't even done my assignment. And now, I have to read.... Ah!... So much work." Lysel commented, his face revealing his distress towards the news.

"With all those muscles and a chicken brain, you would become someone's puppet." Kent remarked, his eyes staring at Lysel with disdain.

"Tsk.... You wish."

"Hey... The two of you." Zosia said, calling them back to order.

"Lysel, your mother will be waking up soon."

"Really!"

"Really?"

Kent had a more suspicious tone while Lysel on the other hand was filled with happiness.

Zosia glanced at Lysel and smiled which earned him a glare from Kent.

"Yes, really."

"You two, should shower and go do your thing. I just came to inform you." She turned and left.

Kent watched Zosia leave. His eyes tinged with suspicion. "Is that Vial that potent?" He thought Inwardly.

He has dug up some things on the drug that was used to induce coma but it wasn't just any drug, it has things that if not corrected well, could turn the coma patient to a vegetable. Which is worse?

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing." He replied offhandedly.

"I am going." He crapped his shirt and left the basement. Leaving the joyful Lysel behind.

Realizing that he was now alone, he quickly picked up his own things and chased after Kent.